Little wonderful singing angels like Sondre Lerche make us wish we were in the Boy Scouts, figuring out complicated knots, building campfires, or earning merit badges alongside strapping young pre-teens. Last night at Irving Plaza, Sondre was obscenely adorable. He continued his long-standing tradition of ridiculous stage banter that only a mother, a teenage girl, […]
There are several things wrong with the world: Billy Crudup, not sleeping, the fact we aren’t married to Sondre Lerche, and frat dudes at White Stripes shows. More later.